Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1887-06-24
A Trial Of Faith.


"What I consider the essential ele-
ment of happiness in any love affair is
The supreme faith and perfect trust of
The one in the other,' said the Heroine,
in voice that in a moderately pretty
girl would have seemed authoritative,
but not in splendid creature as tall
and stately as Tennyson's Maud, with
red-brown hair, dark violet eyes and a
mouth shaped like Cupd's bow. mo
matter what appearances are against
him, no matter if time or distance or
malicious tongues seem to separate,
the woman should trust. Since have
become engaged-'
Engaged to what, Florence?' asked
Jacks sister, with her irreverent
giggle. But what could you expect of
a little understood creature. with a
lurned-up nose and pair of green
eyes that look as lnquisitive as amp
"When I think that you and Jack are
really to be married it does seem too
ridiculous, he has just gone into the
Senior at Yale and you out Of school
last June. And then such lot of
sweethcarts as he has had! There were
Emily Hazen and Marie De Brese and
last year Professor Peters's daughter,
the youngest one. with the big black
eyes, that ~ygled. And to hear you,
the veries' sp tire III school when you
got jealous. talking about love and
trust and f'',h! Now. my lady, don t
get vexed: ) all 'badinage and persi-
flage,' a. TIE woman of society would
say. I'm merely watching the miracle
of love-
II am ghtecn years of age, Susie
Lane, and your brother is, ah, twenty
one; we are neither OF us children; and,
besides, Pm not going to have you
making fun of me this way, and ridlcul-
ing everything l shall never tell you
anything again as long as / live. l
thought you sympathized-'
"Oh, Florence. don't cry" cried the
scoffer. melted and distressed in turn.
do let's sit down on this log and tell
us all about it, B critic is dying to hear,
and has been pinching me black and
blue ever since we started. Don't
mind me; you know that BERTHE and /
are nothing but miserable schoolgirls
in scrubby clothes, and know nothing
but chemistry and moral and mental
philosophy. and French and Germ an
and the sciences, and English litera-
ture and art; don't be bashful before
us?''
'Oh, hush, Sue.' cried BERTHE; ''we
are tired OF you and Your nonsense. !
want to have a real sensible, senti-
mental time. Lets sit right here.
wish l had my sketch book. How
deep the wood is, and how, soft the
shadows, and that bank of ferns and
the great boulder covered with ]ichens
See the waterfall yonder. and that
half-charred log. All! this is the very
forest of Arden. Come, dear, tell us
all about it,.
"Well'' said the Heroine, ''1t hap
pened at this very spot. yesterday al
ternoon, just before he left on the Z P.
M. ira n. Indeed, just can't tell the
very words, girls, because it's kind OF
sacred: but he vowed he never cared
one straw for Emily Hazen or Marie
De Bre>e, and us for that Peters girl:
he positively scorned her. l looked
very nnmterestcd and dignified, and
said really didn't know why he should
make me his confidant, though / was
Sues friend and staying in his house,
and all that. and he pumped right up
and down there where you are sitting,
BERTHE, and kissed nv hand, and told
memo, just won't; but he talked
perfectly beautifully about trust and
faith, and how l must believe in him,
even though he were far, far away al
Yale, and I here in Pennsylvania. And
he said we must RENE mber we were
together in heart though the hills lie
between J.. ~. s,@EtEe
..He got that out Of my scrap book. y
said Sue conscientiously. But it came
in very well. Jack is a very tidy boy,
and really believe he is in love this
time, and | hope you will trust him,
Florence. Let's 90 home and get into
his top drawer and turn out the memen.
toes Of the past. Do you know thai
the other day I stepped in while YOU
and he We're discussing constancy on
the veranda, and I found twenty differ
emit locks of hair in one corner of the
bureau, every color of the rainbow
except gray, and all mixed up, SO that
they looked like Joseph's coat or rag
carpet" ~, :, ii.
Don't mind Sue. Florie dear" sale
little BERTHE, comfortingly. Il saw
them, and there wasn'ta strand OF red
auburn I mean, in the lot. - 6 :
Il do not mind either of you,' sait
Miss Maxwell, with dignity. Il love
and trust. s @#
j + ..Sue! where is Sue?'' called Mrs
! Lane one morning about three week:
after this conversation. Come intt
the library. your papa wishes to set
YOU ID. b 81 !. 4 S.
II wonder what mamma Wantsp'
said Sue, putting down her linen doilie'
on which she was working q Rosins
Emmett tea party. ~ hen they go init
the library. and shut the door, and cal
/ me, something has happ ened to. Jack.
By-the-way, .yol haven 4 had 9 lettel
for q week. have you. Florence q?
B IN ot for two weeks, E said Florence
bravely. though the tell tale color dyed
her cheek for an instant with 9 crimson
wave. 81 don q believe you care on,
BIT about poetry, Berthe. We beel
reading this lovely Absences for hal 81